Today we mourn the passing of Battlemaster Taranae Rhode, Taskmaster of Clan Plagueis and friend to most, unless her ire was raised. Born on Naboo, she was a kind soul until she was separated from her family and she leaves behind a loving sister, Vanessa and a devoted Mother. Her power grew as she trained in the Dark Side, and she became a force to be reckoned with as she climbed the hierarchy of the Clan without pause. Holding positions on the summit of the Clan, she helped new recruits soar to great heights, mentoring students as she went. Kul'tak Drol being her finest achievment. Battleteam leader, Aedile, Quaestor and Rollmaster; she achieved all of these positions and performed admirably, receiving recognition from the Clan Summit and the dark Council. Now, she has been cut down in the prime of her life and service to the Clan as she fought bravely to end the tyranny of Darth Pravus, the Grand master of the Broherhood.

We commend her body to the stars and wish her a safe journey a she becomes one with the Force. may the Force speed you, Taranae

The assembled forces pushed forwards, the colours of blades flashing as they dispatched foes all around them. We were gaining ground slowly and our objective was in sight. Gasping, Taranae swung her staff at yet another enemy as she decapitated him cleanly. The body fell to the floor as the head spun off towards her rear and she grimly stepped over the fallen remains, twirling her staff around her in a flurry of movement. She made sure that anyone who came near met hr blade first; she would ask questions later. The forces under her command had seen the change in her and knew when to steer clear and right now, she was a blur; a maelstrom of death to anyone and anything that came into range. Looking up, her eyes settled on the enemy commander and she struggled onward toward his position.

Suddenly, he gestured and a dozen or more transports dropped from the clouds, landing near him and spilling out more troops. She cursed silently. Even she knew that the tide had turned again and now it would be themselves who were fighting for survival. As the enemy pressed forwards, allies fell around her to the hail of artillery that fired towards them. She swiftly deflected a few bolts with her staff then turned to order the retreat. She hoped they had bought enough time for the secondary attack.

Keeping her staff swinging furiously, she began to move backwards, still cutting down anyone that dare challenge her and made her way slowly back to the ship. They had been so close and Pravus was almost in their grasp, but the turn of battle had caught them unawares and it was better to live to fight another day than to die for nothing.

The blood before me,
Eyes wide in terror and shock.
Why me? What reason?

I must do it. He has power though... you should be able do the deed but I have to catch him off- guard. What about his abilities? He may sense me. I can't hesitate. You can do it. Go directly through the heart; that should finish anyone. You're my only hope, don't fail me now, my friend... *flourishes lightsaber*

Twos are low, Aces high,
Gamble with fate and you all die!
Arcona always are the best,
We beat most and we'll beat the rest!

Immortal, alive
unbeatable in battle
This man will not die.

No-one knew his plan
His takeover was most swift
crushing everything.

morale died with men
cut down in their prime of life
quarter not given.

few men survived war
this was no exception
we are lost to him.

The new drug our scientists created to 'inhibit' force powers met only a limited success. A few of our attendees were injured by the accused before the drugs took effect, only rendering him weary. After continued shock torture, the accused still showed no sign of revealing his true intents or who, indeed, his target really was. We are still unable to determine the proper target details and how the attack was to be made; whether Telona was the intended victim we do not know as goes the same for his employer in the matter. An attempt on the Iron throne still remains a distinct possibility, although with the death of Telona, it also seems plausible that the target could have been completely different.

We aim to continue our interrogation and to finally discover which target Wuntila had been hired to remove and if indeed there remains a threat to the Iron Throne and the Grand Master himself.

Taranae Rhode

They have to be near,
I hear their laboured breathing,
Excitement fills me.

sweating, senses high,
The enemy is very close.
Once more we will hunt.

Our prey is sighted,
Our attack must be very swift.
They know they are caught.